Sigh after cry after sigh. That's all that was heard form the dark room, the walls kept her desperate crys in, not telling another soul. The girl's heart hurt, again, it wasn't worth it. The chase, it wasn't worth it, she wasn't worthy of him. Fumbling with the shinny metal in her hand, she blindly reached out for her phone. Upon making contact with the cold object she turned it on.
The screen lighted up her tear ran face, she typed in the code and went to one of her three contacts. Her boyfriend. She needed to tell him, stop the chase, it wasn't worth it, she wasn't worthy. Pressing dial she held it up to her ear, he answered and her thoart closed up.
"Angel..." He breathed, he always called her that 'his little angel' he claimed.
"I wanted to tell you, that... You should stop the chase. I'm not worth it. Give up now and find another a better." She choaked out, her hand trembling with each word.
"No," he said firmly, "I won't I love you." She shook her heart firmly, even though she knew he couldn't see her.
"Bear, I don't love myself, so if I can't love myself, then how could someone else love me?" The girl asked, fiddling with the shiny object in her hand, it looked so inviting tempting, beckoning her to free herself form the human world chains. She wanted to so badly, and she would, or could she?
"Listen to me right now, you're worth it, I'll always be there for the chase, and I'll always win, because I'll never leave you." The boy spoke sternly but gently, on his side of the phone, he was already grabbing the car keys.
More tears slide down the girl's cheek, "No, no." She repeated, shaking her head, blonde matted hair flying everywhere. "Don't, just don't. I just wanted to say goodbye."
As of hearing this, the boy stepped on the gas petal harder; engine roaring loudly in protest. He had to make it, he just had to.
"Angel, I love you more than my own life, I'd rather die than watch you die." He spoke softly, tears streaming down his face as well.
The girl laughed a sad laugh, along with a small sad smile. She held the evil in her hand up to her face, letting the light catch on it. The knife glittered nicely in the moonlight, daunting her. In one swift motion she jerked her arm into her throat, cutting skin.
"No more chase." She gurgled, a gasp left the boy. Car skidds were heard; glass shattered. Thump.
The chase was over.
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Poetry-Trigger Warning- This book is mainly me writing whatever comes to mind, so sometimes it's little scenes of stories that will never be written. It contains poems too, it's just whatever. It will have some fan fiction in it too. ;) I'll mark that wit...
